Quote: i think iormunger died and istalri still lives... it's so confusing!)
Rhyan smiled at Alexa, thinking her glazed expression meant she didn't know what to do and didn't want to ask for help, instead of taking it as what it was: she was in love. "hey, do you want me to show you around?" he asked, taking pity on her when that wasn't what she needed or wanted.
(bye, i have to leave... i hope to be back on later... i'm going out to breakfast)
Alexa, not knowing why he had said that, said, "well, i intended to go unpack my things in my room, first... you could lead me there, it'll be faster than me wandering around the west side of the island for a couple hours trying to find my room by myself." she hopped up on Windstorm, Gwendolynne and Maria following her.
Alexa rubbed behind Windstorm's ears. "it's been so long since i've flown... do you mind?" she asked Windstorm. "hey, didn't you fly all the way here...?" Rhyan asked, overhearing her. he stopped speaking as Alexa dismounted, placed a spell on Gwen and Maria to keep them from falling off of Windstorm's back, and shapeshifted into a dragon. he rubbed his eyes. "i didn't know that could be done." he thought aloud. "neither did i," quazzar said. "you make a very beautiful dragoness..." he said, his eyes wide. Windstorm rolled her eyes and took flight, Alexa and Quazzar in hot persuit. Quazzar matched Alexa wingbeat for wingbeat. "how old are you?" he asked Alexa. "21." came her shy responce. "she is a year older than you." Rhyan said to Quazzar. he tryed to stay out of what was happening, he was a little stunned. who ever heard of an elf falling in love with a dragon? (hah i just told you my whole plan... alexa falls in love with a dragon... ah, but there's more...)
Alexa flapped her long silver and purple wings, relishing it. she hadn't really been able to enjoy flying as a dragon since she met Arya... had that been a five days ago or more? something told her it had been 5 days, but it felt like it had been longer than that. she wondered if Arya drottining was on the island. she and quazzar were about the same size, Alexa just slightly larger. from a distance you would think they were the exact same size. (i don't have a picture of Alexa in dragon form, i'll just say she looks kind of like Windstorm, but where Windstorm is gold Alexa is silver and where Windstorm is green Alexa is purple... and i think i made a mistake on Windstorm's wings when i drew them... i'll post a pic of Windstorm below.)
Quote: i think iormunger died and istalri still lives... it's so confusing!)
Rhyan smiled at Alexa, thinking her glazed expression meant she didn't know what to do and didn't want to ask for help, instead of taking it as what it was: she was in love. "hey, do you want me to show you around?" he asked, taking pity on her when that wasn't what she needed or wanted.
(bye, i have to leave... i hope to be back on later... i'm going out to breakfast)
Alexa, not knowing why he had said that, said, "well, i intended to go unpack my things in my room, first... you could lead me there, it'll be faster than me wandering around the west side of the island for a couple hours trying to find my room by myself." she hopped up on Windstorm, Gwendolynne and Maria following her.
Alexa rubbed behind Windstorm's ears. "it's been so long since i've flown... do you mind?" she asked Windstorm. "hey, didn't you fly all the way here...?" Rhyan asked, overhearing her. he stopped speaking as Alexa dismounted, placed a spell on Gwen and Maria to keep them from falling off of Windstorm's back, and shapeshifted into a dragon. he rubbed his eyes. "i didn't know that could be done." he thought aloud. "neither did i," quazzar said. "you make a very beautiful dragoness..." he said, his eyes wide. Windstorm rolled her eyes and took flight, Alexa and Quazzar in hot persuit. Quazzar matched Alexa wingbeat for wingbeat. "how old are you?" he asked Alexa. "21." came her shy responce. "she is a year older than you." Rhyan said to Quazzar. he tryed to stay out of what was happening, he was a little stunned. who ever heard of an elf falling in love with a dragon? (hah i just told you my whole plan... alexa falls in love with a dragon... ah, but there's more...)
Alexa flapped her long silver and purple wings, relishing it. she hadn't really been able to enjoy flying as a dragon since she met Arya... had that been a five days ago or more? something told her it had been 5 days, but it felt like it had been longer than that. she wondered if Arya drottining was on the island. she and quazzar were about the same size, Alexa just slightly larger. from a distance you would think they were the exact same size. (i don't have a picture of Alexa in dragon form, i'll just say she looks kind of like Windstorm, but where Windstorm is gold Alexa is silver and where Windstorm is green Alexa is purple... and i think i made a mistake on Windstorm's wings when i drew them... i'll post a pic of Windstorm below.)
"you are very beautiful," quazzar thought half to Alexa and half to himself. help! i'm falling in love with an elf! he thought to himself. he gazed at her again. her silver scales glinted in the evening sun (supposing it's evening... they took 6 hours to get there and wasted almost 1 hour training Windstorm... and they took their time leaving the island, too.) Quazzar and Alexa continued flying west, the setting sun turning Alexa's beautiful silver scales scarlet. was her face scarlet only from the setting sun, or was she blushing? she wasn't even sure herself.
